Confessions of a silent love

I was transfered to a new school in the wealthy suburbs from the city after finishing secondary school.

There I met a boy.

He had all the girls at his feet, and yet he ignored all of us.

I was no different, but I covered it with scorns and criticisms and anything else that could cover the nervousness I feel every time I try to talk or look at him.

It went on for two years before we all moved on and went to our separate universities.

I ended up in a public university at home, while he flew off to the UK.

It would take another 3 years before we met again.

During that 3 years, as hard as I could, I could not let him out of my mind.

I went on and met a new love and gave my all to him.

Yet, that sense of longing lingered at the back of my mind, like a thorn that refused to move.

Oh how much sorrow I had felt.


A few days before my convocation, I was called for a birthday gathering of old school friends.

And there, before my eyes.. there he was.

It was uncalled for..

It was not supposed to happen.

The same nervousness came back.. I could barely look up to face him throughout the night.


Days later, I decided to put an end to it.

Determined, I wanted to write a letter and tell him everything.

But that never happened.


Then it happened.

I found him online.

And I just let it out.


Later that night, I was so depressed, because I finally made my heart understood that he was never mine to have.. and that it was time to let it go.

Let my love go.

Sometimes it's more painful to pull out the thorn than to leave it there.

But at least it will heal.


I was glad my love waited patiently from a distance while I gave out a piece of my heart to someone else.

He knew I would come back.

And I did.